Meet Me At The Sky

(What if God tells you this one day, that time He wants to be with His bride — His church — His love)

I glance behind the stars to see how fair you are,
A beautiful flower under the shade of trees.
No storm or dark cloud can lead you away too far
From My Fathering gaze and Love’s delightful Peace.

There may be thunders too loud for your ears to bear,
The sun may scorch too hot for your soft and smooth skin,
Petals may fall in times when no one seems to care
As if a grimace expressed by showing a grin.